Shan Chang, Lu Zijin, You Mengchang and others looked at Tu Kun, who was so excited that he couldn't help himself, in surprise. They didn't expect that the plain-looking Tu Kun still had connections in the upper world.
Zhang Wenfeng remembered something and asked: "Is this the Taoist friend Tuqi who followed Mr. Mo before?" The unruly Tufu Dharma Master saw Mo Ye for the first time and fell to the ground in sincerity. Mo Ye mentioned Tuqi Dharma Protector.
His ancestor's name was "Tuqian".
Tu Kun suppressed the excitement in his heart: "Yes, it's him, there's no mistake. It's the hairpin ancestor who sent the ancestor to greet us, otherwise the ancestor would not know the name of the temple master. Temple master, let's go there."
Everyone suddenly understood, with smiles on their faces, it was such a big supporter.
Zhang Wenfeng turned around and told everyone not to get lost. He waved his hand and said with a smile, "Let's go see Mr. Mo!"
Mo Ye specially sent Tukun's ancestor to wait, so he was not in a hurry to distinguish the authenticity of the "Lingbao Temple" shouted outside. There were people in the upper world who were easy to do, let alone such a quasi-immortal who could stand up to the sky.
Shan, Tao Niangzi and Mang Gong looked at each other and smiled from behind.
They already know some things in advance and must keep it secret and cannot tell them in advance. There are more than seventy or eighty ascended monks and demon cultivators, a huge group. The ones with high cultivation level have reached the sixth level of perfection. In the later stage, there are Taoist cultivators and Confucianism cultivators.
, gods, spirits, dragon turtles, fox demons, etc., passed through the gaps in the crowd, immediately attracting the attention of the cultivators everywhere, and shouted loudly and enthusiastically.
The two patrol supervisors suspended in the middle of the platform were paying attention to the movements of the Xianlingguan monks. When they saw them walking towards the old man jumping to the west, yelling and waving his arms, they completely lost their thoughts.
He is a disciple trained by that mysterious power with a bad temper.
More than two hundred years ago, not long after that powerful man ascended to the upper world, he single-handedly penetrated the mountain guard formation of Youxian Palace, one of the twelve major sects in the Liupo Mountain area, and punished the three eight disciples of Youxian Palace.
The ancestor of Jie blamed him for not being strict with his subordinates.
A great battle left the three ancestors of Youxian Palace and more than a dozen seventh-level masters in tears. They had no choice but to apologize and hand over Qin Qiu, the seventh-level monk who caused the trouble. Only then did they calm down a ninth-level earthly immortal.
of anger.
It also made the Nine Realms of the Upper Realm re-understand the terror of quasi-immortals.
Zhang Wenfeng walked forward and looked at the creases on his face as he smiled. He was indeed an old man with a sallow complexion and two mustaches.
"Senior Qian."
"I don't dare to take it, hehe, I don't dare to take it."
The yellow-faced old man shook his hands wildly and grinned happily. He turned around and kicked a man who was sitting cross-legged and sleeping in the air with his back to everyone a few feet away and woke up. He scolded: "Sleepy Crow, you bastard"
Mom, stop wandering, I have already received someone."
The tall and thin man was wearing a deep black robe that seemed to have light flowing through it. He was not angry even after being kicked. He landed lightly next to the yellow-faced old man. He glanced at the fallen old man behind him and nodded to each other.
At the same time, the old man with a face bowed his hands and bowed to Zhang Wenfeng: "Tuqi, Bone Crow respectfully welcomes the master of Hanling Palace to ascend to the upper realm!"
As soon as these words came out, many other monks from the sect who had already noticed the movement were dumbfounded in surprise.
"I can't do that...!"
Zhang Wenfeng was stunned when he stretched out his hand, and then he understood that the "Hanling Palace" was created by Mo Ye. It was composed of one or two words each of the Cold Palace in the underworld and the Immortal Spirit Temple in the lower realm. Mo Yetai
If you are determined, you will only stay in the upper world for three hundred years, and you will still have to put in the effort to help him build a new sect.
"You two seniors are very polite, please get up quickly."
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to help up the two seniors whose cultivation was unfathomable. They were the escort masters arranged by Mo Ye for him, and they were very considerate.
Yueshan, Tao Niangzi, and Manggong three demons saluted at the same time: "Greetings to the sect leader!"
"You already knew, well, you didn't tell me earlier."
Zhang Wenfeng had already seen that Old Man Tuanshan and the Bone Crow were old acquaintances. He complained, stretched out his hand to help the three of them, and said with a smile: "We are all our own people, no need to be polite."
Lady Tao explained in a low voice: "My lord, I won't let you tell me. I forgive you, Master."
Old Man You, Lu Zijin, Rong Shuzhi, Xin Yue and others understood what was going on and were overjoyed. They all bowed and joined in the fun.
Nao shouted "Meet the sect master", Xiao Ni'er's ghost called "sect master master", stretched out his little hand and rubbed it to ask for a reward, but was given a slap in the head by the viewer. The old man of the mountain chatted with the tall and thin bone crow and reminisced about the past.
, when Bone Crow first left the secret realm, Shancai entered the secret realm not long ago.
The Earth Protector lay on the ground and kowtowed to the yellow-faced old man, saying, "Sun Tukun pays homage to the ancestor." The yellow-faced old man burst into laughter and showed off to Bone Crow that his grandson was promising.
There was a lot of commotion, and the yellow-faced old man sighed: "The sect master is worthy of being the sect master. He has already recruited a large number of subordinates. He is not even a little bit better than the two old guys like us..." "You are lazy and you have the nerve to say so."
, it took more than two hundred years to find a few kittens and puppies, and there was not even a sweeper on the mountain top of the sect."
Bone Crow said angrily.
"Hey, you are so diligent. You can't wake up all day long. You don't care about Pepsi. It's your fault that you can't recruit your subordinates."
The yellow-faced old man was very fierce and sprayed Bone Crow with saliva all over his face.
Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly changed the subject. He was good at deflecting conflicts among other things: "It's getting late. Let's go to the sect and don't keep Mr. Mo waiting."
"Yes, yes, the ancestor is still waiting at the sect. Let's go back quickly. I am confused by the sleepy crow's anger."
The yellow-faced old man slapped his forehead and his attitude towards the sect master was surprisingly good.
Bone Crow stretched out his hand to invite him. The sect suddenly had so many good people. He could sleep easily. No, it was easier to practice. He didn't have to be woken up and disturbed by the yellow-faced old man all the time for trivial matters. It was too annoying.
Tu Kun suddenly turned around and looked at a Taoist priest in white robes who was waving at him and smiling brightly from several miles away. He hurriedly sent a message to the temple owner.
Zhang Wenfeng followed Tu Kun's direction and saw the handsome man with a graceful manner.
"Everyone, please wait here while we go to visit an acquaintance."
Guanzhu Zhang called the mountain chief, Yue Anyan, and Zhao Zhu'er, and the five of them walked to the left together. Bone Crow followed silently.
"The wooden boss."
"Brother from home."
Tu Kun held his hands in front of others and was polite.
The white-robed Taoist smiled happily and cupped his hands in reply. Then the two of them took action at the same time. "Bang, bang," the two heads hit each other hard in the chest at the same time. Neither of them could dodge, and each of them staggered and took two steps back.
"You stupid boss in Donkey Day, I have caught you. Don't hide. Let me punch you a few times to vent your anger."
Tu Kun grinned, rubbed his chest and cursed.
The white-robed Taoist priest chuckled and said, "I'm talking about repaying kindness with enmity. You're a good boy. If you dare to hit your boss, I'll deal with you later. Why don't you introduce this Taoist friend who is extraordinary in martial arts?" "Xianlingguan Eleven"
The leader of the Dai Temple heard the news and paid a visit to the first generation temple leader, Taoist Master Xuanmu!"
Zhang Wenfeng bowed his hands and saluted. Since he accepted Mo Ye's arrangement, as the head of the Hanling Palace sect, he could no longer call the other party's master in public, otherwise the Bone Crow who followed him would be embarrassed.
"The eleventh generation disciples of Xianling Temple, Zhang Wenxing, Yue Anyan, and Zhao Yinzhu, paid homage to the first generation temple master, Taoist Master Xuanmu."
The three mountain chiefs bowed their hands and bowed down.
"You are so polite, Fellow Daoist Zhang, please get up quickly, four of you."
Taoist priest Xuanmu didn't dare to support him, so he returned the favor with help. He was filled with emotions. Back then, he built a small Taoist temple just to cleanse Tu Kun of his bad karma. He didn't expect it to develop to the scale it is today. He never expected that this would happen.
The eleventh-generation Guanzhu advocate heard the news and ascended to the upper realm, whereupon he became the sect master of Hanling Palace.
There is nothing more magical than an encounter in life.